"What are you doing?!" Marcel was the one who stopped her from taking off her shirt, eyes blazing.
"Why are you stopping me?" Arianna confronted him head-on. In her current state of mind, she just didn't care anymore.
She stood straight, asking him loudly, "Didn't you want me in your bed? You said you liked me? Who knows, I might really like you if we sleep together? Don't you want to give it a try, wasn't that the plan anyway? Isn't that the reason you manipulated my body in the first place?" She said, touching him without restraint.
"Would you stop it already?!" He grabbed her hand that slipped into his shirt, "Do you know how pathetic you look right now?!" Marcel shouted at her with so much rage that echoed through her body and she stilled.
"Fine, I kissed you!" He admitted it, "But you're not blameless either,"
